Here, Twenty Years Ago, At Midnight, The
Slave-Yacht "Wanderer" Landed Her Cargo Of African
Negroes, The Capital For The Enterprise Being
Supplied By Three Southern Gentlemen, And The
Execution Of The Work Being Intrusted, Under
Carefully Drawn Contracts, To Boston Parties.
The calm weather greatly facilitated my
progress, and had I not missed Jekyl Creek, which is
the steamboat thoroughfare through the marshes
to Jekyl and St. Andrew's Sound, that whole
day's experience would have been a most happy
one.
The mouth of Jekyl Creek was a narrow
entrance, and being off in the sound, I passed it
as I approached the lowlands, which were
skirted until a passage at Cedar Hammock
through the marsh was found, some distance
from the one I was seeking. Into this I entered,
and winding about for some time over its
tortuous course, at a late hour in the afternoon the
canoe emerged into a broad watercourse, down
which I could look across Jekyl Sound to the
sea.
This broad stream was Jointer Creek, and I
ascended it to find a spot of high ground upon
which to camp. It was now low water, and the
surface of the marshes was three or four feet
above my head. After much anxious searching,
and a great deal of rowing against the last of the
ebb, a forest of pines and palmetto-trees was
reached on Colonel's Island, at a point about four
miles - across the marshes and Brunswick River
- from the interesting old town of Brunswick,
Georgia.
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